THE WISHING WELL SODA SHOPPE
just got to get something to eat before Anatomy class," Patterson muttered
as he walked through the doors of the restaurant. "If I don't, I just
know Professor Harding is gonna put me to sleep." As he approached
the counter, he looked up to see Stephanie and
Clark sitting together in a back
booth. He watched them closely and grew uncomfortable as they laughed and
flirted with one another. He quickly turned away in hopes of not being
Stephanie called out as she waved to him from across the room.
"Oh, well," he muttered as he let
out a deep sigh and crossed over to them. "Hello, Steph, Clark, how's
everything going today?" He looked at the couple closely and saw how
Clark had his arm wrapped tightly around her and she was lightly playing with
"Every one of my days had been perfect
since I met this beautiful girl," Clark exclaimed as he turned to smile at
"Oh, Clark!" she giggled before
lowering her head in mock modesty. "Paddy, isn't he just the sweetest
thing? I never thought I could be as happy as I am right now. Clark,
you've been so good for me."
"No, Stephanie, I think it's the other
way around!" He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"You have been so good for me! I don't think I could ever have
as much fun as I have when I'm with you."
"So, I take it things are going well
between you two," Patterson muttered dryly. He eyed Clark closely as
the other man smiled warmly at Stephanie and whispered something Patterson
couldn't hear into Stephanie's ear. Patterson felt his face burn slightly
as Stephanie giggled at whatever had been said.
"Clark says the most romantic
things," Stephanie said as she looked up at Patterson and giggled again.
"Now, I hate to do this, but I've got
to get to class." Clark pulled himself away from Stephanie and began
to gather up his books. "Statistics class awaits!" He
leaned in to give Stephanie another quick kiss. "I'll talk to you
Stephanie's eyes followed Clark as he
walked out of the restaurant and she turned to again face Patterson. She immediately
noticed his cool demeanor. "Okay, Paddy, what's up? You read
like a book. Sit down here and tell me what's going on."
"Nothing's wrong," he replied as
he slid into the booth beside her. "I-I just don't know if I trust
this Clark guy. There's something about him I don't like."
"You know, Paddy, if I didn't know
better, I'd say you were jealous." Stephanie leaned in an sipped her
soda as she carefully watched for his reaction.
"Jealous?" Patterson's eyes
grew wide with shock at her comment. There was absolutely no way he could
be jealous. "What are
you talking about? What would I be jealous of?"
"Of Clark, silly," she
laughed. "Every time you see us together, you get this stupid little
look on your face. You get all flushed and flustered." She
looked at him closely. "Kind of like you are now."
"I am not jealous!" He
said firmly as he slammed his fist down on the table. He folded his arms
across his chest defiantly and he silently fumed. What in the world could
she be thinking? Of course he wasn't jealous. Was he?